Chalmun's Cantina & Spaceport

[jaylafaye]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]From a distance, it was a beige-and-grey beacon of lifeless immobility flanked by a pair of red dwarfs. Mos Espa, however, was far from lifeless. Come the Boonta Eve, even those with little money to spend were among the high-rollers; wagering her blaster, her fighter, and the few coins she possessed - about twenty wupiupi - on the one variable that didn’t seem heavily wagered upon was the best way to go, and Lara had won big money on the human slave. But Mos Espa just didn’t have the flare she needed, the excitement the Hutts promised to off-worlders - or maybe it was just the Boonta Eve pod race that was exciting. Either way, Mos Espa was not the place for someone looking for a little fun; Mos Eisley was. Just as filled with junk dealers and swindlers as Mos Espa, Mos Eisley was larger and had a lot more to offer. Numerous spaceports allowed Lara to easily find a well-guarded place to park; it was expensive, but the security was worth it. The Hutts, from what she had learned from the primered-grey protocol droid she’d won betting on the Boonta Eve race, controlled this world and two others; their security was not without serious merit and the Hutts themselves were not to be taken lightly. She’d personally seen two huts disintegrate someone who’d tried to leave the planet without paying his dues. Deciding not to use her real name here had probably been beneficial, though she doubted anyone in Mos Espa or Mos Eisley gave two chips what she had done prior to her arrival on the small desert world. Now in possession of the protocol, though, she was at least starting to learn some Basic - not much, but enough to know a word or two of it. She still used the protocol heavily as a translator, however, as the only language she knew was her own. Chalmun’s was a small cantina on the east side of Mos Eisley and the well-guarded spaceport within which Lara was parked. The outside was just as busy as the inside, with people stumbling about or trying to trade spare parts for one more drink. The inside was nowhere near as bright as the outside; it was dark and cool, there was music constantly playing, and the drinks flowed freely - as long as you had the wupiupi to pay for them, of course. It was crowded and noisy, but not so noisy that one couldn’t speak if they raised their voice a bit. Lara, though, had become a regular and had no need to raise her voice; while the place didn’t serve droids, the barkeep had grudgingly allowed D18-Z9 - a custom model built and sold by a local manufacturer using scrap metal - to remain in a purely functional capacity. After all, one couldn’t buy drinks if one couldn’t communicate with the barkeep, now could one? One good thing about Mos Eisley was that you could find almost anything - including lovers-for-hire. Even better, most of them weren’t too picky when it came to sex; men and women had to pay the same fee for their wonderful services. They weren’t half-bad, either; there were no twi’leks - they were all slaves to the rich outlaws that came here from time to time - but what they had was delicious. Sullustans might not be completely humanoid, but the one she’d met on Tatooine had a keen sense of how to use her fingers. Two Boltrunians working for a Boltrunian slave-owner had used their tongues in ways Lara hadn’t previously thought of, and a couple of different human girls owned by local Hutts had provided most of Lara’s evening entertainment. It was the gorgeous, blue-skinned Wroonian that she kept going back to, however; taken possession of by a Hutt for failing to pay her dues, she was now as much a part of the lover-for-hire community as any other scantily clad female on Outer Kerner Way. Keliqa, as she was called (it was pronounced kel-EE-ka), had taken hints from everyone she could in the hopes that she could work her way out of slavery; she’d been a lover-for-hire for nearly twelve years. Clearly, whatever she was doing was just a little too good for her own good. Lara was tempted to buy Keliqa, but she didn’t have that kind of money without selling her fighter - and that she wasn’t about to do. Most of Lara’s day-time activities here were now spent betting (and winning) on the Stratus Games, which were aired in most of the Tatooine cantinas, and on nuna ball and Malastarian pod races. Why Malastare broadcast its races on Tatooine was unclear to Lara, but she didn’t complain; she was making a fortune and didn’t even need to go very far to do so. Apparently, she was either very lucky or really good at picking winners. Either way, for once in her life, Lara had it good. She’d had it decent back home, but after prison, she wasn’t in the mood to settle for decent anymore. That’s why she was planning on leaving the planet to see what else was out there, but right now, the call of the cantina was just too strong for her to resist. She wasn’t gambling today - nothing major, anyway - but she did want a couple of drinks and one last lover-for-hire before she left. If she was of a mind to do so, Lara might even take a souvenir - assuming Lara could afford her. The cantina was hopping as usual and Lara had to wait a couple minutes before she could even get to the bar. When she did, she ordered a ryll-spiced gruvian tovash; the blue smoke rose steadily from it and she ordered a case of the stuff to be delivered to her fighter later. She took a swig as she glanced up at the screen in the far corner, which displayed a game of nuna ball. While Horassa Hunanga wasn’t the calmest of announcers, he was particularly excited today. It looked like the DUMs were getting their rear ends slaughtered by the RICs, but that was pretty common; the RICs had been upgraded recently, which helped, but they were faster and typically better-built than the pit droids anyway. Maybe if she was lucky, she could win another Hapan dress like the black-and-pink number she was wearing at the moment. It was sexy and sleek, all shiny like polished plasto, but the heat only bothered her a little in it; one of the worst things about prison was the heat, so she’d been acclimated to the desert (if only somewhat). Right now, though, she just wanted a drink and to scope out the local stock.

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[The Jinn Genie]

[I felt Jinn needed to do something before it all kicks off, thats why a lot of action happened before i stopped. Hope that was okay.

Tatooine a dust ball floating out in space, controlled by gangsters and thugs, there was no place mercenaries, smugglers, and other people who wanted to lay low preferred, however there was one man who was here for a reason, he was relaxing and spending the rest of his pay from that big ass war he was hired to help out in, even if it was for the losing side.

He had helped in some small way to bust war out across the galaxy, now that those droid heads calling themselves the ‘separatists’ were bouncing about blowing stuff up, trying to destroy the republic. Still that wasn’t much for a mercenary to guess, and this one’s tale was only just beginning, and he had found it starting here, in Mos Eisley

Even for a cantina there seemed to be a bit of noise behind one of the doors, a certain hubbub that most of the ‘vile scum and villainy’ that seemed to congregate in Mos Eisley , there was a fight breaking out in one of the side rooms. Over what, no one knows they would only have to speculate, what with it being only a few nights away from the much anticipated Boonta eve, the Hutts having passed through recently, or hell, in a den like this it could simply be someone getting too drunk and hitting on someone else’s slave.

However this arguing went on for several minutes, despite the music still playing and after about the fourth minute the door was cracked open with a figure being sent through it. The form hit a table and slid off it, knocking the table with him. A groan came from the floor and the music cut off, the sound of broken glass tinkled as the figure got up brushing his scarlet red coat, his hazel brown eyes would look around the room, catching the tattoo on the young girl near him, a cheeky wink followed as he then turned to the bar-being and said “Some people huh… Don’t know how to take a joke…”

The man spoke, his voice soft, and smooth better than the music that was playing, his body to anyone looking would appear smaller, yet stronger than most they’d seen, but the most interesting thing would be, for anyone who’d been in a fight, would be that this being was ready for a fight, which would be odd for anyone taking in the whole situation and not just the humans rugged good looks. As a large Trandoshan has appeared in the doorway, then thudding up to the man would put a large scaled claw on the man’s coat.

The being seemed to shut up, and now ALL eyes were on him, a good bar beat down was always interesting, and better than what was on the holonet. The man slowly looked at the claw and said, with a large cocky smile on his face “Now…. Did your mother teach you to scuff up man’s coat with your smiley claw? Especially when that man is going to put some glass in your eye?” Slowly the man turned, the crowd was almost silent, a few scoffs from some members as he had spoken up to a Trandoshan who was nearly two foot taller than him.

A weasley little roar came from the doorway, and a site to behold was standing there, it was a small Wookie. It was clear by some of the scars seen through some of it’s fur that it’d been through some fights, and although for a brief moment the man had let his eyesight wander to the teddy bear the roar was part translated in his mind ” rhrcworaor acahc cak-*“ To which the human was part way of saying “My what no-“ A large construct of bone, muscle and a vibro knuckler was already halfway across this loud mouthed man's features, however it didn't seem to do much other than shut him up mid sentence, and in the brief delay of "I've been hit" did the hulking Trando, pick up his target.

As he was raised up however the people began to chuckle, at this one sided fight, however it took a turn for the worst. As the man seemed to grab the large scaley wrist that was holding his shoulder, and with a quick movement, there was a bone shattering crunch, and the man was falling. However he grabbed the lizard’s head and which the pain of having it’s wrist shattered he had let go of the mans legs, allowing him to flip over and bring a solid knee to it’s nose, as the large wall of scales and muscle fell backwards, the man flipped away, back to the toppled tables. There was another roar from the midget Wookie.

One that said ” ah ohrawhao acahc acworawa oowh ra akanraaowo! cacooooao acahsc!**” Which Jinn sighed, more aliens popped through the door, all holding various vibro weapons.

The man just held up his hands and said “Listen, you throw pillow, give me my money and I won’t have to spank you in front of your friends.” He was staring down the five aliens, and the Wookie in front of him, and slowly the small beast growled.

” aooowararo shahwhwh, rooohu waahwo ra canoooh waworaaoac.***”

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Translations:
• *“Break his sp-“
• **” i want his head on a plate! shoot him!”
• ***” today jinn, you die a slow death.”

[jaylafaye]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]The commotion certainly wasn’t something everyone could ignore, but neither was it unheard of - especially in here. This was Mos Eisley, not some first-rate resort for the rich and shameless. More nights than not, there was at least one solid fight in each of at least three taverns; Chalmun’s was no exception. The human didn’t look like much, but most of them didn’t look like much. They didn’t have the ink that Kiffar did, or the aggression that was born of ancient tribal culture so deep that it was almost written into their DNA. Still, they occasionally had their merits. Some females were actually credits to their race; most, unfortunately, were just real nice pieces of ass stared at by violent lesbian Kiffar who liked to bet on bloody brawls. Hopefully, this was about to get real bloody. If not, there was still something a certain Kiffar ex-con could get out of it. Turning to her droid, she issued a brief command. “Uk thawa thok thiwa lok tin.” The droid turned to a nearby Troob and told him that his owner wished to place a small wager on the Wookie. When asked how much, he relayed the information and was quickly provided with a small sack filled with wupiupi. It was only a fraction of what Lara had stored up to this point, but it was enough to cover an expensive round for everyone in the tavern. The Troob nodded and grinned, turning to watch the fight as Lara and the droid now did. Lara chugged her tovash and watched as the human prepared to get his ass kicked. This was going to be interesting. The Troob wasn’t just watching, though; he was starting to rile up the crowd, and it wasn’t long before the chanting began. ”Fight…fight…fight…fight…” could be heard throughout the tavern now; no one was watching the screens anymore or talking amongst themselves. They were placing wagers or staring silently at the fight that was about to break out. From the sound of things, few people expected the Wookie to lose; Lara wasn’t one of them. Finishing her drink, she corked it and handed it off to the droid. She told it she’d scrap it for parts if it let anything happen to what was left of the bottle’s contents, to which he responded with a polite reassurance. Of course, if the human won by some odd turn of circumstance, she’d have to rob him. Anyone good enough to fend off several armed attackers and a Wookie - mostly the Wookie - had to have been in prison, and ex-cons always had the best stuff because they knew where to steal the best stuff from. If he won the brawl and a fight against her, she’d have to hire him; it was always good to have someone else to raid transports with, and she might need to do that if she was going to avoid having to go back to her homeworld. She wasn’t about to go back there when she was doing so much better off-world. But gambling would only get her so far, and that’s where raiding came in; she could do it - she just needed to know who, what, where, and when to hit. It was Hutts and their smuggling ring that had actually given her the idea; she knew several smugglers very well by now, but she wasn’t about to piss off the Hutts. She might not be a genius, but she certainly wasn’t an idiot. But for now, she turned her attention to the brawl brewing like a bubbling bottle of booze…

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[The Jinn Genie]

The merc put down his hands slowly, leaving them hanging by his side. The commotion of bets being made going on behind him, all that did was make him chuckle. The five in front of him were two humans, a Rodian, a Twi’lek and the Wookie himself. The Rodian for some reason had chosen a vibro staff the humans both had vibro swords and judging by the hair length, colour and their eyes they were related probably some form of double act which made Jinn chuckle.

Slowly his eyes came to the Twi’lek, he seemed to have a long length of cord and that realisation made the merc curse, we had a vibro whip on hand. Which meant at any point he could be cut, or disarmed, if the guy was smart enough to have been trained in it. The hazel brown eyes of the loud merc burned into the Twi’lek, as he was now the first port of call to take down, then the Wookie roared something. ” ah'anan aoraorwo raanan aoacwo oaracac ah acrahowo oowh scwo, aowowh rrrcrawhwa aoacraao ah'anan ohahwh, ohahaoacahwh ra scahwhhuaowo”* Obviously he was confident that the five of them could at least win this fight.

It was then that the merc had, had enough his cocky smile then let out his smooth silky voice as he said “I’ll take that bet, I’ll also bet I can kill your rookies, and spank you before the fights over.” Jinn then took out a bag of wupiupi and threw it over his shoulder towards the bartender, who caught it and put it behind the bar, whoever won this was making him a killing.

The long haired merc moved in a smooth way, but it was quick and in a blink he was in a simple fighting stance with his hands up, he’d flick his fingers into his palms signalling for the first of the aliens to come forward.

The first to move was one of the twins, he charged forward with an overhead downward slash, an obvious move. The loud mouth chuckled and side stepped as the vibro sword hit the ground, causing a large gash in the concrete, “You only get one shot.” the man’s foot was raised, and his boot was sent crashing into the side of the man’s knee. Shattering it on impact, and rendering that leg useless, just as quickly he brought up his fist to punch him, but with a whoosh and a crack the vibrowhip was around his wrist.

A growl left his throat as he looked up to the Twi’lek, who had a cocky smile on his face, the force user chuckled and gave a nasty smile as he wrapped the material around his arm, and grabbed part of the length so the whip was totally taut, and as the man was screaming near him be brought his foot up, bringing the metal reinforced tip of his boot up into his nose.

As the victim fell back an ark of blood and snot came from his face, Jinn didn’t know it but he had shattered his nose, and sent shards into his frontal lobe. Effectively removing him from the fight, however for now it would seem he was unconscious on the floor.

With one down the defender brought his foot down towards the guys, only to see the Rodian and the other human, beginning to advance upon his position.


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*"ill take all the cash i have on me, ten grand that ill win, within a minute"

[jaylafaye]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]One thing was for certain within seconds of the fight’s inception: this dude knew how to throw his weight around. He took down that human and the whip-wielder like they were nothing, and now he was focused on the others. No longer egging on the Wookie, Lara watched the man closely. His was a different style, but he knew how to move and he knew the tricks of the trade, so to speak. He fought with a flair the likes of which only arrogant prize fighters typically wore, a mask of overconfidence oozing with self-pride that was difficult to remove. There was muscle in that body of his, but there was a cleverness to him as well - and that made all the difference in a fight. Anyone could beat someone into a bloody pulp - Lara's favorite pastime, as a matter of fact - but it took real skill to make it look elegant. That was exactly what the human was doing. “Thuk thawa lok nin nik ti tikon!” she shouted at the bartender over the noise of the crowd cheering their various profitable heroes on. The droid translated: Lara was changing her bet. No one else was, but few others were seeing what was happening; most of them relied on blasters or other weapons to do their dirty work. It took someone who’d been in prison to realize the beauty and grace of a truly talented fighter. Anyone could throw a few punches, but there were certain things you could do in a fight that could turn it in an instant. There may have even been a couple of people who were changing their bets, but Lara couldn’t tell because she wasn’t paying any attention to anyone else. Her focus was entirely on the human now, entirely on the brawl that had erupted in a little cantina right smack dab in the middle of the bad, the worse, and the dumb-and-ugly. She even threw an extra sack of wupiupi into the mix and told the dude next to her she was about to take his hand-held flamethrower. He laughed it off as the droid translated and said that the human didn’t stand a chance against the Wookie. He took the bet, offering to take her droid if the Wookie won. She eyed that flamethrower at his belt with a hungry look, having a strong feeling that this battle had already turned for the worse - and not on the part of the human. Then she turned her attention back to the human and watched him take on the rest of them. “Uka! Uka! Uka! Uka!” she cried, matching the crowd’s cries of “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

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[The Jinn Genie]

People chanting and shouting for their own fighter, that noise was being blocked out by Jinn and from his own perspective the place was silent bar some buzzing in the back ground, the whip around his left forearm was causing some pain and if his coat wasn’t a scarlet red the Mercenary was presuming he had been wounded, however this was no matter as Jinn still had one thing up his sleeve.

With his strong stance already complete, and before the other human and Rodian could get within striking distance, he brought his free hand around to grab the taut whip and with the aid of the force he pulled both the whip, and the Rodian towards him. This display in ‘physical’ power would give a show, that this measly human had just launched a Twi’lek into the air, and brought him towards him with no control. A smirk and then a brief laugh came from him, as the Rodian and human turned to see their comrade flying towards them, his own arms flailing.

Although Jinn’s trajectory was perfect, the alien would ark as if he was going to land on his team mates, which caused them to dive out the way, as in a fight with a man who was more skilled than he lead on, they couldn’t afford to be on the ground. However the Twi’lek was now at Jinn, and still airborne, and with a blur of movement Jinn had grabbed the Male Alien’s shirt spun him around and lifted him clear above his head and simply said “Whips are NOT to be used outside the bedroom” Then with his actual strength slammed the enemy downward, bringing his ribs onto Jinn’s knee’s and even with all the shouting, the crack was loud enough to be heard, if not for whatever reason, the screaming followed would.

Now the Rodian, being a natural hunter as his species evolution dictated, was straight back up in time to see the vicious snap of his team mate’s ribs, and happened to be behind Jinn at the time. Taking the spear in both of his hands he ran forward, without screaming, or saying a word and lunged forward.

Now if Jinn hadn’t been force sensitive, and battle hardened from many many fights he’s had over the years of his training, this may have been the end for him. However the sudden lull in the crowd’s noise gave something away, and the second the decibel’s dropped in the Cantina Jinn had let go of the Twi’lek and looked over his shoulder, just as the spear was coming toward him. With a small use of Force speed Jinn managed to side step, leaving his coat to take a nasty Vibrospear gash through its material.

Whipped his arms out of the coat’s holes the through the rag towards the Rodian, and growled “That was my favourite coat!” before he had finished Jinn was moving though, putting a large boot forward to leap off of, then another on the actual spear itself, he’d grab the Rodians oddly textured head and bring another solid knee onto he elongated nose, crumpling it down and causing several cracks along the way. This powerful blow sent cringes through the crowd, the resulting force actually caused the pair to leave the ground together as Jinn road the Rodian into the ground, the unconscious body skidding. The man looked up, again being caught by the tattoo’s on Lara’s face and he cocked his head, with what most would call a Charming smile, as he said to her personally “We’ll have to get a drink once I spank the Wookie. Which isn’t a euphemism, oddly enough.”

The only other human was looking at his ‘team mates’ and his brother, all taken down without an actual weapon being used against them, this was sending fear right into his soul, and visibly he was shaking, and Jinn didn’t even turn, before the man began to run into the crowd and for the door. The merc didn’t have to care anymore as the Wookie took his first step into the ‘arena’

[jaylafaye]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]D18-Z9 was probably the only individual in the cantina to notice its owner’s confusion, despite how plainly it was written on the Kiffar’s face. The human was one hell of a fighter, but he seemed to have been speaking directly to her. That was odd, but then it clicked: he was interested in her. Disgusted, she almost withdrew her wager - but she wasn’t stupid. This guy was about to win; of that Lara was certain, and she’d never been one to turn down a sure thing. So she merely snorted and continued to chant with the crowd, her cries adding to the drone of noise that had filled the cantina so quickly. When the droid translated what the man had said, it made no difference to her; she had already figured out that he was interested in her. It didn’t matter; to her, he was just a means to an end. It was always nice to end one’s stay on a planet with a victory, and that was exactly what she was about to get. The remaining human had other ideas. He wasn’t about to get pulverized by some otherworldly warrior with something to prove. No, he was going to get as far away from this psychotic fool as he could - or so he thought. Lara had originally wagered that the Wookie would kick the puny human brawler’s ass; she’d changed her wager to reflect the fool’s own overconfidence, and she wasn’t about to let one of his targets get away. She called out to him, but he only glanced at her, and so she took action herself. Her fist came around like a downhill boulder, slamming hard into the man’s chest and sending him violently crashing to the floor. He was dazed for a moment - long enough for Lara to drag him to his feet - but he regained his senses just as a straight punchy to the nose sent him reeling backward toward the Wookie. Lifting her leg, Lara slammed her foot into the human’s stomach and he looked like he was going to be sick; he didn’t have time to. She immediately followed her brutal attack with a left roundhouse that sent him to the floor again - this time, well within the warrior’s circle that had formed. “Esk ta narru nak dak tali!” she shouted, urging the human to get back into the fray before she beat him to death herself. She wasn’t one to utter hollow threats, either. She’d been in far more than her fair share of fights in prison and a few brawls before-hand as well. She knew her way around an idiot who thought he was better than everyone else. That seemed to be a common affliction amongst the male populations of the galaxy, actually. She had probably been fortunate to have avoided a serious confrontation since leaving prison, except for that business with the dames she’d gotten her fighter from (and they’d been way too easy), but she lived for the challenge. She’d been aching for a chance to beat someone bloody; her fists were getting bored. Still, she’d at least temporarily sated her thirst for blood by getting in a few of her own blows. The human was on his hands and knees after a moment, but he was reeling; he’d taken some pretty hard hits - the kind of hits you wouldn’t expect from someone who looked like they belonged in a painting from Coruscant’s underbelly. Needless to say, no matter how feminine Lara appeared, she was far from helpless.

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[The Jinn Genie]

Jinn saw the entire violence that Lara had unleashed on the guy, and he simply was thrown into the ring again, but the merc only chuckled and smiled waving him to have a seat, he wasn’t important right now. The Wookie was, and as such the long haired man slowly took off his vibro sword, which was hung across his back and placed it on a table, then removed his long red coat, a flutter of material was heard and even ushered a stillness over the crowd. Again it was gently put down over the table, and revealed Jinn’s top, although baggy, and the two DC-17 hand pistols under his arms, and hugging his ribs, which he could have used to take down the men at any point he felt like and even the Wookie right now, but slowly he took them off and put them on the table before saying “Anyone touches the blasters, and I will kill you. Fear not that.”

He spoke as if he had already won, but no he was choosing to take on a Wookie in hand to hand. Slowly the merc stepped away from his small arsenal and raised up his hands like a boxer would and signalled for the Wookie to come down.

The small shag carpet, who stood a mighty 5 foot 3 inches, and was often considered a midget of a Wookie seemed to laugh, then roar, then a mixture of the two ” rooohu ohrawhao aooo oaacraananwowhrrwo ra ohooooorahwo aooo acrawhwa aooo acrawhwa?! whoo ohworaakoowhc?! rooohu rcworaananro ohrawhao aooo waahwo aoacraao schuoaac?! acraacraacraacra, wwahwhwo, ah raoaoawoakao achuscrawh rawhwa rooohu ohahanan waahwo rqhuahoaoranro.”

The Wookie threw his blade to the side, and with expert aim it pierced his ‘cohorts’ chest, ending whatever was beating in there almost instantly, and it was for a brief instance, the only thing to chance the Mercenaries features to that of anger, however it didn’t take long for him to speak up. “For that, alone, is why I’m going to beat you, and forget spanking, I’m going to shave part of you. Fleabag, I’ve seen Trandoshan slavers with more class than that.” His hazel eyes narrowed on the beast and slowly they moved closer.

Jinn started with a haymaker to the Wookies head, that was blocked and a thunderous counter came up, the force sensitive barely had the reflexes to dodge it, and soon he realised that despite the Wookies size he was just as quick and deadly as a fully grown one, however as the straight punch was dodged, it grabbed the back of the mercenaries head and slammed him down into a furry knee.

The merc was sent back over holding his nose, a chuckle on his face as he rushed back in, bringing his own hammer blow of a roundhouse kick to the Wookies rib. The fur bag even left the floor for a moment and stepped to the side, wincing and growling as he held his ribs. It didn’t take long for it to come back in clawing at the humans chest.

Three were dodged by jumping back before the forth cut across his baggy top, he would have dodged it but the bar seemed to stop his backward movements, and the look of crimson came up onto the cream on his chest. Again the human only chuckle as he said “I’ve taken on children with more vicious attacks, hell they even had more height.” The knife on his words hit home as the Wookie roared with rage and as he was now clawing wildly Jinn stepped into the attacks, so close in fact that they could do little more than poke holes in the back of his shirt and barely pierce the skin.

However being in the attack and guard zone of the Wookie Jinn brought up a knee right into the furious Wookies stomach, the wind was sent from the beast, and as he doubled over Jinn grabbed his hair and pulled out a vibro knife from the boot that was part of the leg that winded the fur pile, and as he pulled the Wookie up a bit he quickly sliced the fur, all the way down to the scalp leaving a bald patch.
The loud mercenary spoke slowly, and clearly, as a hush went over the crowd at this act. “If I see you anywhere, I will kill you Wookie, now leave your money and go. You have no honour, no class, no skill and even bounty hunters for the Hutts have more morals than you. “ The bloodied shirt of the man ruffled a bit as the Wookie seemed to try and hold onto Jinn and catch his breath. He simply threw the Wookie back, and as he landed on his arse he left a bag and ran through the crowd, who split to let it out, they still didn’t have the gall to stop a Wookie who had just been dishonoured like that.

With the fight over the crowd cheered and screamed and Jinn went to the bar, took his winnings and left a hefty amount with the barman and asked for some bandages to be brought over to one of the alcoves he would be occupying with his winnings, and sure enough the merc took his stuff over to a quiet alcove with his money in front of him, and took off his shirt and was beginning to bandage his wounds.

"you want to challenge a wookie to hand to hand?! no weapons?! you really want to die that much?! hahahaha, fine, i accept human and you will die quickly" <--- Wookie translated

[jaylafaye]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]When the fight was finally over, much of the cantina cheered; of course, just as much of the cantina booed. Apparently, the dude fighting before Lara wasn’t too popular here. That was all right; Lara was about to leave herself. She was reconsidering hiring him as she collected her fee, though; she might form a partnership with him, but she hated the idea of someone else having to do things for her. She might not be a slave, but neither was she in prison anymore. Now, a dame was something else again. But he was a dude and not worth such attentions. Still, he might be useful. She would have to find out what his plans were and how they might fit into her own plans (or lack thereof, as it presently stood). She only had a vague idea about what she wanted to do next, but a partner-in-crime might be safer than working alone - especially considering the kind of person she was. Mercenaries were hardly the most pleasant (or popular) people to have around. On the other hand, he might have a job for her - and decent pay besides - but she wasn’t too keen on working for someone else right now. Not unless the job had one hell of a pay-off, anyway. But right now, she was more concerned with the flamethrower she was hefting; it actually wasn’t that heavy, but she knew all too well how dangerous flamethrowers were. It was probably her most favoritest weapon ever and she was gonna go wild with this thing the first chance she got. The broad grin on her face and the look of pure evil in her eyes told the whole story; the markings on her face only emphasized her sinister appearance in the dim lighting of the cantina at that particular moment. Finally, though, it was time to make contact. She allowed the pleasure in her victory to fade from her face, though there was still a hint of it in her eyes. She started weaving her way through the crowd and the droid followed, but despite population density in the cantina, it didn’t take long to reach the human’s table. She said something to her droid as she approached, but she stopped a solid two feet from the table; the droid stopped one step in front of her. The alcove was small and a bit private, but it was open enough that a brief conversation could be easily held. The droid waited until it and its owner had been noticed to make his introduction. “Greetings, human. I am Dee-One-Eight-Dash-Zee-Nine, protocol droid for the purpose of translation in service to Jackie LaFaye.” Lara felt it best to use an assumed name here, as there was no telling who she might have pissed off by winning or what kind of trouble might come back on her just for talking to this able-bodied scum of the galaxy. “My mistress admired your fight and is curious about your future plans. She may wish to form a partnership, assuming your interests and her own align. However, as she does not speak Basic, she has enlisted me to mediate this conversation and all future conversations with you.” With that, both Lara and the droid waited silently for the human’s response. She wouldn’t bother “reading” him right now; she could do that soon enough, assuming she was invited to sit at his table. All she needed was a few seconds and something he had touched; it didn’t even have to be something that was important to him. A piece of a bandage would work well enough, or the glass that he had touched. For the time being, all she could do was wait and see what the human had to say.

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[The Jinn Genie]

The man looked up to the droid and raised an eyebrow, leaning around him to look at the woman, now he had a chance to examine her his mind went berserk analysing the tattoos and things and why she didn’t basic, no obvious scars to say feral world, however the markings were intriguing, there were a few worlds he had yet to visit and few customs he didn’t know about however he turned to look at the droid head on, and raised an eyebrow examining it, itself, it was a newer model which again suggested that she wasn’t a feral off worlder new to the galaxy.

This merc sat there in silence rubbing his chin for a bit before he finished his bandages, obviously not self conscious that his heavily scarred body was on display even with the bandages, his ‘war wounds’ were something he was proud of as it constantly reminded him of how lucky he was in some circumstances, and it appeared that he wasn’t flaunting them it was just something that was there as well as how toned his body really was and to anyone who looked at his physicality would be certain of how he pulled off half the crap he did in that fight.

However a smile came across his face and he said “I want her species, and alias’ as someone who goes for a winner of a bar brawl isn’t smart enough to use her real name when hiring, trust me even the leader of the CIS didn’t use it with me.” He turned back to his drink and finished it off and put it further away from the woman, near his winnings and then signalled for her to sit down.

She was the one who he was hitting on in the fight, and with the droid telling him she didn’t speak basic explained why she didn’t reply, however that was curious, someone who didn’t speak basic intrigued the man. Gently he moved his weapons to one side as well as to leave a gap on the table where she would sit opposite him.

His hazel deep eyes, didn’t move much but they were full of energy and if she were to look at him in the eye it would be obvious that he was analysing everything she did, every little muscle movement, every twitch, every subconscious spasm of muscle, and that everlasting smirk/smile on his face would only add to that feeling.

[jaylafaye]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #aaeebb; border: 1px double #008E00; color: 116633]While it was not an unexpected request, it was certainly an unusual one. From what Lara understood of this part of the galaxy, aliases weren’t just common; they were vital currency. In a situation such as this, they were as vital as ever. However, when the droid relayed the message to its owner, Lara merely stared at the man as she pondered the request. Species was harmless enough but name was another matter entirely. Still, nothing said that she had to give her full name to this man; similarly, nothing said he had to form a partnership with - or work for - her. She could definitely use some extra muscle, though, so perhaps she could give him part of her name…yes. A shortened version was even better. Lara…yes, Lara would do nicely. “Akthi chi Lara.” With a gesture to her droid, Lara moved around the bucket of bolts and casually, yet gracefully, sat across from the man. “My owner says to call her Lara, and she has indicated to me that it is acceptable to reveal her species to you. She is Kiffar.” “Shak nad lii nak nik nil la for dan kad ni, pa sha kan nak thad na shadki.” The droid looked at Lara as she spoke again, and then he relayed her message in basic. ”My owner would also care to inform you that she has no interest in you beyond a mutual agreement of business terms, and that you can quit starting at her chest as a result of such disinterest.” If that wasn’t clear enough, the man wasn’t bright enough to work with her. If that was the case, he would work for her. Either way, she would have his muscle at her disposal. Of course, if he worked for her rather than with her, he was entitled to a much smaller share of whatever she raided. Regardless, she stared unblinking at the man and did not say another word, allowing him instead to reply to her statements.

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[The Jinn Genie]

A coy smile came across Jinn’s features as she told him not to stare at her chest, he wasn’t looking at her chest, not yet anyway however he wasn’t going to give away that he was analysing her, studying how she held herself, what those things meant and the easy way to take her down without killing her if this deal went sour.

He rubbed his chin and felt the stubble from his mornings shaving, then rubbed a sore part from the fight, and then the man slowly raised his drink, again keeping eye contact with her, unblinking just to match hers. “Tell your mistress, if she wants to work with me, then she’ll have to flirt, it’s only part of the fun. Then she’ll have to follow my three unbreakable rules.” The man leant back in the chair, his wounds aching but him not showing the pain.

This merc looked down to the bandages, some of them were already partly red then he looked over to the crowd scanning the faces and features curious if there were any sore about losing money and were they about to take on the wounded fighter, then the thought came was she after his winnings. The thought itself made him chuckle, and his warm brown eyes then looked to the droid, he had heard rumours of C3 units being returned to be war machines with impeccable manners. Lastly he said “Tell me is the droid modified?” Already the cocky merc was analysing how to take the droid down swiftly, then he saw the flamethrower that the Kiffar had brought over, now that was a new thing to consider.